The Cuckold Mindset - Part 8

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"Oh, shit, hey," Matt said as Mindy opened the shower door and stepped in with him.

She laughed. "Did I surprise you?"

He nodded. "A little. It's a welcome surprise, though."

Mindy smiled at him and stepped into Matt's arms. She pressed her body tightly against his and he wrapped his arms around her. Matt figured it was a lovely way to say 'good morning' but the hug went on for quite some time.

"Is everything okay?" he asked.

She looked up and rested her chin against his chest. "I love you, Matt."

"I love you too."

"Yeah? I haven't gone too far with all the cuckold stuff? I mean, I know it turns you on, but you know, it's gone to places I really hadn't imagined possible."

Matt imagined his wife was thinking about the fact that she'd consumed her lover's piss just a handful of days ago. That certainly wasn't something he'd ever imagined doing, and he'd imagined a great many things in the time when his cuckold fantasy was purely in his head and played out as he masturbated while wearing panties.

"Well, I'll agree that we've gone to some places I never imagined, though maybe fewer than you might be thinking."

"Yeah? Do you mean that you've fantasized about some of the more, I don't know, extreme stuff?"

Matt nodded. "I fantasized about...well, fluffing, I guess you could call it. I fantasized about being made to eat another man's cum."

"A superior man's cum," Mindy said.

Matt nodded as his cock stirred to life. Even in a fairly serious conversation he couldn't help but feel the arousal that cuckolding always generated in him. "Yes, a superior man's cum."

She stepped back and leaned against the shower wall. Matt tried his best not to lose himself in his desire for his wife's body, though she looked stunningly good.

"Do you feel like you've gone too far?" he asked. "Because you can pull back. We can pull back."

"I've been going on instinct," Mindy said. "It turns out that we might be perfect for each other, Matt. I know that some women have to make an effort to meet the sexual needs of their husbands. You know, giving blowjobs when they don't really want to, putting on a certain kind of lingerie they don't really like, fucking in a position they don't love. I thought maybe that's what this would be for me, that I'd have to find a way to make your fetish work for me. It hasn't been that way, though. I don't really have to make an effort. I just go with what turns me on."

Matt stepped closer and took one of his wife's breasts in his hand. He leaned down and kissed her neck. Her skin was damp from the steam filling the shower and her nipple was hard, which he took as a sign of her excitement.

"Are you saying that it turned you on to see me on my knees as Max pissed in my mouth?" he asked softly.

Mindy answered by taking Matt's cock in her hand and stroking him. "Yes, that's what I'm saying. I walked into the room and I saw the look of desperation on your face, like you expected me to save you. I saw the look of lust on Max's face. Then I heard what he wanted to make you do and all I could think was that it would be so fucking hot if my lover pissed in my husband's mouth. I know that's kind of fucked up - or really fucked up - but it made my pussy tingle, Matt, to think of you actually doing it, of you...of you submitting to that."

Matt's dick was hard as a rock and he ran his fingers over Mindy's stomach and between her legs. His eyes met hers as he slipped inside her. His thumb rubbed over her clit while he fingered her and it was obvious that she was just as turned on as he was.

"So we're in agreement, then," he said. "We're both happy with the way things have gone. We're both quite satisfied with the current direction of our sex life."

Mindy nodded.

"And if I told you that I wanted you right now?" Matt asked. "If I told you I wanted to fuck you more than anything, what would you say?"

She smiled. "I'd say that I only fuck real men and you're not a real man. You're a panty wearing cuck. You're a cocksucker. You're a piss drinker."

Matt's cock throbbed in her hand.

"I'd say that a handjob is the only pleasure you deserve from me, and even then you have to earn it," she continued.

"How do I earn it?"

"By getting on your fucking knees and eating my pussy while I think about Max fucking me."

Matt dropped to his knees and leaned in. His tongue found its way to Mindy's clit and he worked it eagerly while she put a hand on the back of his head, closed her eyes, and grasped one of her breasts. Her moans soon filled the bathroom and it wasn't long before her thighs were trembling on either side of Matt's face.

"That was lovely," Mindy said with a smile. "But I don't think you've earned an orgasm yet."

"What else can I do?" he asked.

She ran her fingers through his wet hair, down his cheek, and over his lips. Matt opened up and his wife slipped two fingers onto his tongue. He closed his lips around them and began to suck as she slowly penetrated his mouth, moving in and out while moaning softly.

"I think you should drink my piss," she said softly.

Matt watched the pleasure wash over his wife's face. She hadn't been lying about finding pleasure in the significant shift in their sex life.

Mindy pulled her fingers free and Matt leaned in and opened his mouth. She grabbed a handful of his hair and said, "Keep your mouth open until I tell you to swallow. When I've finished emptying my bladder into your mouth I'll jerk you off right here in the shower. You'll be eating your cum out of my hand, though."

Matt nodded. He never imagined he'd find himself in a position like that, and yet he was massively aroused at the idea of his wife pissing in his mouth, jerking him off, and feeding him his load.

Her bladder unleashed. She filled his mouth with hot piss. She gave him the command to swallow and he did so. It was unpleasant. Awful, really, and yet his dick remained hard.

Mindy stood him up and spun him around until he was facing the wall. She wrapped her fingers around his dick and stroked him swiftly.

"I'm not sure you're ever going to fuck me again, Matt," she said. "I don't know why I'd let you. Max won't be the last lover I take. There will be many more after him. You'll suck their dicks too. You'll eat their cum. Hell, you'll swallow their piss if that's what they want from you. You're a cuck now. A cuckold panty boy. You do as you're told. You work to show me that you know your place."

"Fuck...Mindy, that feels so good."

"Can you taste my piss in your mouth, Matt?"

"Yes."

She laughed. "That won't be the last time you drink my piss. It turned me on to make you take it in your mouth. It turned me on enough that you're going to eat my pussy again right after you eat your fucking load. The next time you see Max, you're going to thank him for letting you drink his piss."

"I will."

"Then you'll get on your knees for him. You'll beg to suck his dick, to suck a real man's dick. You'll beg to get him hard so he can fuck your wife because you're just a cuckold panty boy that couldn't dream of satisfying me."

Matt's cock swelled up and he felt the orgasm begin in his loins. He closed his eyes as the blissful pleasure exploded outwards while his cock sprayed a thick load into his wife's hand.

"That's it," she said. "Blow your load like a cuck. Cum in your wife's hand so I can feed it to you."

Matt came in her hand and Mindy fed it to him. The taste of his cum replaced the taste of her piss. Then he sank to his knees and ate her pussy once more. He got her off and then lovingly washed his wife's body and hair. He asked if he could dry her off after the shower and she happily allowed him to do so. She had him worship her ass a little bit, too, and then she walked out of the bathroom to get ready for the day.

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"Is that Vodka?" Matt asked after a lengthy, deep tongue kiss with his wife.

Mindy laughed. "You guessed it!"

Her body was pressed against his and he ran his hands over the back of her satin halter top. It felt impossibly soft and he noted the lack of a bra strap, which struck Matt as exceptionally sexy.

"Did you have fun?"

Mindy stepped free of his grasp, raised her hands, and began to dance like she was still in whatever club or bar she'd gone to with her friends. Matt was instantly aroused, in part because she looked so good, in part because of how wondrously her breasts moved under the thin red satin of her top, and in part because he'd gone nearly a week without an orgasm.

"I take that as a yes?"

Mindy nodded and then rushed into his arms for another deep kiss. This time, Matt let his hands wander to her backside and he squeezed her ass hard through the thin, smooth, surprisingly soft material of her wet look leggings, which fit like a glove.

"I had a very, very good time," she whispered before kissing his neck.

"What made it so good?"

Mindy spun around, took his hands, and placed them on her stomach. Again she danced like she was still in the club, this time while grinding her ass into Matt's crotch and luring him into an even deeper state of desire.

"It's been so long since I was out with my friends, since I danced...since I did both while having one too many drinks."

It was no surprise to Matt that Mindy was a bit drunk, though he always enjoyed when she got drunk as she was fun and flirty and even naughtier than usual.

"Sarah and Liz know that you're a cuck," she said.

Matt was just turned on enough not to be horrified that his wife's two best friends knew that he was a cuckold. He still tried to pull away, though, because it felt like Mindy had shared something that should have remained a secret.

She grabbed his hands, though, and placed them on her breasts. He couldn't help but play with them in the delicate red satin of her halter top. They felt so good. So soft, so perky, so utterly perfect. Mindy kept grinding her ass into his crotch, leaving him with a painful erection even while he considered the fact that she had spilled their secret.

"Why did you tell them?" he asked.

"Because they saw me flirting and dancing with a guy," she answered. "Because they saw his hands on my tits. Because they saw me turn my head and kiss him."

Before Matt could react, Mindy turned her head and kissed him. Her tongue moved into his mouth and he tasted the vodka on her breath. She reached back to rub his dick through his jeans and then unzipped him. Mindy spun around and kissed him again, this time while pulling Matt's cock free from his jeans.

"Mindy..."

"They saw me fooling around with a guy on the dance floor and they were more than a little concerned," she said. "They wanted to know why I was cheating on you. I had to explain that I wasn't. I had to explain everything, Matt. I explained about how I found your panties, about how you confessed to fantasizing about being cucked, about how I found a guy to cuck you with, about how much you enjoy being a cuck."

Matt's mind raced as he wondered how much his wife had actually confessed to her friends.

"Don't worry," she whispered. "They don't know about the really embarrassing stuff. They know you like to wear panties, of course, but they don't know that you're such an eager cocksucker, that you drink piss, that you swallow cum, that you're such a pathetic little panty boy."

Mindy stepped away from Matt, spun around, and smiled before looking at his dick, which was hard and dripping precum.

"Go to the bedroom," she said. "Put on a pair of panties. Come back wearing the panties and only the panties. You'll find me in the living room."

Matt rushed to the bedroom. He was anxious about what Mindy had said to her friends, but he was turned on, too, and he couldn't help but want to put his panties on and return to his wife. He opened his underwear drawer, pulled out a pair of red lace boyshorts, and then stripped and stepped into them.

Mindy was on the couch with a glass of wine in her hand as he returned. She pointed to the floor at her feet and Matt rushed over and dropped to his knees.

"You know what surprised me?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"Sarah and Liz both said they were jealous when I explained that you're a cuck."

"Jealous?"

She smiled, sipped her wine, and nodded. "Jealous of me. Jealous that I get to fuck other men. Jealous that I get to go to a club, have a few drinks, dance with a hot guy, make out with that hot guy, and then fuck that hot guy if I'm so inclined. They said it doesn’t seem fair that I have a great husband and that I to dance with a guy and drag him to the parking lot to ride his dick in his car if I please.”

"Is that what you did?"

Her lips curled into a slight smile before she sipped her wine once more.

"They were amazed that you like it so much," Mindy said, completely ignoring his question. "They don't understand, of course, but I wouldn't have understood before I found your panties, before I discovered just how much it gets you off to be cuckolded. I understand now, though."

Mindy crossed her leg and Matt leaned in to kiss the top of her foot.

"You should take my heels off," she said.

Matt did so, setting her elegant, strappy high heels aside. He kissed the top of her foot again, this time doing so a handful of times as she sipped her wine.

"I didn't get fucked," she said. "But only because he didn't have condoms. I did suck his dick, though. It was hotter than I thought it would be. Much hotter, actually. We were in his car. In the backseat. I was on my knees on the backseat. His fingers were in my pussy as I sucked his dick. I played with his balls, too. I stroked him. I worked him over so good, Matt. He finger fucked my utterly soaked cunt and I sucked his fat dick and made him cum in my pretty little mouth."

Matt's cock throbbed in the panties as Mindy smiled and sipped her wine. She knew she was in full control and she clearly enjoyed it.

"I liked the spur-of-the-moment nature of it. I liked meeting a man, getting turned on by that man, and then sucking that man's dick. I liked how...well, how slutty I felt, if I'm being honest. I liked how turned on he was. I liked how his dick tasted. I liked how his cum tasted. I liked swallowing for him. I liked that he immediately demanded to be able to eat my pussy to finish me. I liked that he was so fucking good at it, too."

Matt was surprised by the jealousy he felt, though he shouldn't have been. He prided himself on eating his wife's pussy with great skill, just as any cuckold would.

"I do need to get fucked, though, so I invited Max over. He should be here soon. In the meantime, you can take my leggings off."

Mindy lifted her hips and Matt pulled her leggings off. He wasn't sure if she'd worn panties out, but she didn't have any on at the moment. She inched her hips forward and spread her legs and it was impossible to miss the wetness on display.

"I don't think that Sarah and Liz entirely believed that I cuckold you. Not until I left the club with the guy, that is. Then they believed me. They hung on my every word when I got back, too, when I explained how I'd just sucked that guy's cock and swallowed his cum, how he'd fingered me and eaten my pussy and given me an incredible orgasm with his tongue."

Matt leaned in and kissed his wife's pussy. A part of him hated that she'd let someone else eat her out, but it wasn't his place to argue with that.

"They want to talk to you about it, by the way."

"Sarah and Liz?"

She nodded. "They're coming over tomorrow afternoon. They're so curious that I couldn't help but invite them over. They're going to ask you all about it. You're going to model your panties for them, too."

"What?"

Mindy pressed a finger against his lips. "Shhh, cuck. No complaints. No questions. Do as you're told. My friends want to know about what a little freak you are and you're going to answer their questions. You're going to share with them how much you love being a cuck, how much you love wearing panties, how much you love being a naughty and nasty little bitch for your wife."

Matt nodded. It was done. It's not like he could win an argument with his wife. Not anymore.

Her finger slipped into his mouth. A second was added. A third followed. She fucked Matt's face deep and fast and he gagged a few times. Then she pulled her fingers free and put a hand on the back of his head. Mindy applied pressure and guided his mouth to her pussy.

"Max is going to take me to our bedroom once he arrives. He's going to fuck me. Multiple times, in fact. I'm going to give him whatever he wants, Matt. I'm going to make him cum as many times as he desires because he's a real man and that's what he deserves. You'll suck dick and you'll clean my pussy, of course, but you won't be watching tonight. You will be on call outside the bedroom, though. Do you understand?"

He nodded.

"You'll do as you're told tomorrow, too, when Sarah and Liz get here. You'll be a good panty boy for me and for them."

He nodded again.

Mindy pushed on his forehead and Matt leaned back. "Go get one of those yummy cumsicles from the freezer. Place it on your tongue and let it melt nice and slow. I want you inhabiting the cuckold mindset when Max gets here. I want you ready to do as he desires, no matter what he desires."

"I'll be a good cuckold," he said. "And I love you, Mindy."

She smiled. "I love you too, cuck. Now hurry along and get my lover's cum in your mouth."

Matt stood. His dick throbbed painfully in his panties. He loved it, though. He loved every second of it, and as nervous as he was, Matt was also excited about greeting his wife's friends the next day and answering whatever questions they had about his cuckolding.

At the very least he imagined Mindy would reward him for good behavior, and the rewards were always worth the humiliations in the lifestyle they'd embraced since she'd discovered his panty and cuckold fetish.